Macchina Del Tempo

And when her crying,
pathetic response to my no
became a green loden
that erased a street corner,
I stifled my sensitivity
behind the statue of liberty.
And that statue already had a name and green eyes
and a hinge slowly removed halfway.
Red female, what do you want? "Mine forever".
And death came for her too.
And unfortunately, I also lose you,
if you confuse worlds: love and ownership.
You lose me.
And even more alone, without them and you,
I desperate with a winged cloak above
a mountain I run
and with open arms and closed eyes
I throw myself,
as I can, I help myself.
I will see cornflowers among the wheat;
laughter coming out of the water.
The earth is pregnant with love,
even if it is full of weeds, the seed has
exclusivity.
And they will certainly talk about depressive
syndrome
or simply say that another madman has died.
But I will have only sought elsewhere
that contact
that I do not find here, that I do not have here...
Time machine you lose pieces and
you don't know.
The mad are the wise and vice versa now.
I know that uncertainty kills every ecstasy
that arises in us.
The meaning of life, confused and humiliated,
is lost by now.
Among the threads of a fabric of rituals and fears,
of angers and prayers.
We are, we are, we are, we are alive and we must
remain so because:
planning a life in a day
means dying
that day with you.
And I never want
to lose anyone and no one to ever lose me.